Chapter 32
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G ia
“I don’t want to break you,” Dante whispers.
I’m not sure he says that because I still have some coloring on my face from the bruise or the healing wounds in my stomach—the lingering visual of what happened days ago. Maybe he means he doesn’t want to break my heart and eviscerate me emotionally.
Either way, I trust him. More than anyone, more than anything.
“Then don’t,” I say.
He lowers his lips to mine, and the moment his tongue coaxes my mouth open, my blood shifts into a dangerous hot simmer. He kisses me with intensity and urgency, and every part of me throbs for more. I circle my hands around his neck, and he carefully stands and takes me with him, scooping me in his arms to the short walk to the bed.
He eases me on the mattress, and the adoration in his eyes quickens my heart rate.
Our eyes meet and lock.
Damn it. I love him. He loves me—and we both deserve each other.
I take off my clothes to get us where we need to be quickly. I pull the shirt over my head and peel off my pants and underwear until I only wear the glistening bracelet he gave me.
An inescapable sensation of joy bolts me, and I stretch out my hand, inviting him to join me in bed. Now, more than ever, there’s nobody else with us. Not the ghosts of my past or the anxiety of the future. We’re in the moment. We’re free.
He removes his clothes, and with each piece that falls on the floor, my heart beats in a louder staccato until I can hear it beat in my ears. When he’s naked, his delicious big cock jutting out, I part my legs, so damn ready for him to come inside me.
But Dante has other plans, I realize, as he goes around the bed, lowers himself between my legs, and leans onto the mattress. He winks at me, and I sink my teeth into my lower lips, arousal flowing through me.
He swipes the flat of his tongue on my inner thigh, and I quiver, letting out a moan.
I’m soaking wet. He turns his attention to my pussy, and dives in, lapping his tongue over me, licking my most intimate places. I buck my hips, offering him my pussy like an all-you-can-eat buffet.
“Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck.”
He licks me with relentless desire, teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue, driving me insane. A hot ball of need forms and expands in my core, spreading an intense vibration through my body. I thrash my head from side to side, finding it impossible to keep still.
I’m still reeling from the orgasm when he lifts his body on mine, kissing my stomach, my breasts, and my neck. I tremble, my skin hot, my heartbeat skyrocketing.
I part my thighs, and he rubs the thick head of his cock at my entrance. Thrills run up and down my spine, a delicious throb pulsing in my pussy. He kisses my cheek, and I moan, so aroused. We’ve had sex countless times before, but now, it’s different.
He thrusts into me, hard and deep, and I gasp, wrapping my legs around him, elated to be with him. He brings me to a sitting position, and I straddle him, gripping him tighter, never wanting to let go.
He kisses my shoulder, then nips it, and a fresh wave of lust shoots down my body. “I forgot how much you love chaos.”
“Maybe it’s not just chaos… and it’s you,” I whisper.
He lifts my chin and catches my lips with his in a hot, demanding kiss that gets more intense as we succumb to it. I roll my hips, and he moves his cock, slamming me, then withdrawing halfway, and returning with determination.
Beads of sweat cover my forehead. When he releases my mouth, I gasp, out of breath but so ridiculously excited for more. This man, this magnificent man, has chosen me to be his. He’s given me what he hasn’t offered anyone else today, and I’m taking it with all I’ve got.
He growls and sets an impossible pace, but I try my hardest until I can no longer keep up. My body contracts, so many fireworks explode inside me, and a crazy hot sensation sweeps over me in such a powerful way that every one of my bones surrenders to it.
“I love you,” I sob.
My words trigger him. A second later, he lets go and explodes inside me, filling me, his body trembling. A flicker of satisfaction hits his eyes, and I’m sure we feel the same way.
“I love you too,” he murmurs a few minutes later when we’re lying on his bed in a messy entanglement of limbs. “I want you to know that once things settle and we solve the Santini problem, you’re free to pursue whatever you want. If you want to continue studying or work.” He runs his fingers through my hair. “Of course, you’ll have an army of bodyguards with you wherever you go.”
“Thank you,” I say, melting into his delicious embrace.
He kisses the top of my head, and I stretch lazily without moving away from him.
For so long, I worried about forgetting the past and fearing being unable to earn a new future, a new life. Now, it makes sense. I needed to accept the past and not try to bury it. I did not run from it, but I survived it.
And now... now I get to enjoy my new life. Enjoy, my man. Enjoy finally being Gia again.